[ It's for the best, he thinks. It makes it easier on the both of them if the cut is clean and not left to fester like an open wound. Perhaps he should have left the moment the guard had turned him away, perhaps he should have never tried to come at all. The pieces were set into motion as soon as she'd set sail for Driftmark. As soon as word had gotten back from their dalliances in a brothel. He'd tried what could not matter and now they both must cut their losses.
For as well the wine has broken him down, Daemon is quick to lurch forward to steady her before she falls. The bottle tipping over somewhere in the process, but it's loss is nothing of consequence. He'd already lost his appetite for it.
For as dedicated as he'd been to remain aloof to the turn of their circumstances, it shows none now. Equally disarmed in the moment as he holds her upright, not even a full arm's length away. She may want to leave on her own terms, though by his assessment it seems she might not be able to. ] Rhaenyra? [ He asks, voice quiet and with nothing but concern. If it's help she needs, she'll receive it. ]
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For as well the wine has broken him down, Daemon is quick to lurch forward to steady her before she falls. The bottle tipping over somewhere in the process, but it's loss is nothing of consequence. He'd already lost his appetite for it.
For as dedicated as he'd been to remain aloof to the turn of their circumstances, it shows none now. Equally disarmed in the moment as he holds her upright, not even a full arm's length away. She may want to leave on her own terms, though by his assessment it seems she might not be able to. ] Rhaenyra? [ He asks, voice quiet and with nothing but concern. If it's help she needs, she'll receive it. ]